Her lips had turned,
A harsh shade of blue,
Her protruding veins,
Deep purple.

"I'm shaking"

She mumbled,
Nervous hand stretched out,
And trembling,
like a wilting flower.

"No wonder"

I thought,
Wrapping my arms,
Loosely around her pale limbs,
Not wanting to catch her chill.

Words.
Dust motes
illuminated
and put in place
within
a
sunbeam
of conscious mind.

But this is not
the magic.

The miracles
are those poems
written
in
complete

DARKNESS


Soul Survivor
C. Jarvis
March 15, 2014

As I close my eyes
I hear moments long gone
Whispers in the dark
In my heart
In my soul
Gentle tears
Flowing down
Lovely doves
Flying by
Make me smile
Let me weep
Pick me up
In your palm
I will live
As I sleep

I turned and saw
Her eyes
Locked on mine